The only piece of clothing that Ann is wearing is a bow-tie. But she's not exactly naked, either: she is completely covered in cascading whipped cream, lime, crust, and banana filling. Every space of skin from her torso upwards is occupied by pie. Nein, a smirking smartass, is relatively clean, with only a few smudges on his crisp white shirt and around the belt. She is looking for revenge, and her hands grip onto the pie in her hands, ready to launch it at Nein.

Until she wipes some of the goo from her eyes and sees that it is a useless pecan pie.

Anna laughs. "What? No no, not a pecan pie! Give me a big gooey banana cream pie!!!! Hee hee.. a pecan pie! Amateur!"

Nein: "Oh. Oh, yes, sorry. And you have your hands full too. Sorry. Yes, right away, yes."

Anna: "Damn straight, rightaway! Chop chop intern!!!"

Nein picks up two banana cream pies. Without hesitation, he throws each of them deliberately at Anna's face, one splatting three full seconds after the other. He chastises himself. "Darn reflexes!"

Anna: "I OH! But MMMMPPPPPGH!" She is stunned, her mouth a big "O" under a mask of whipped cream and filling. A segment of pie dangles from her chin, then adds on to the collected mess on her breasts and body. "O... ho!! Oh I am soooo pied... sooo much cream... real cream... I mean...." She drops the pecan pie to the floor and staggers back a little. Then she sticks her arms out, reaching in all directions until she finds his shirt and wipes her eyes on it.

Nein lowers his voice as she approaches, and they stand face-to-face. Or, more precisely, she stands, pie-face to shirt. "Well, alright. It's hard to feel too awful, because you look fantastic to me. And -- hey! HEY!! This tux was two grand! Keep your hands off the merchandise!"

Anna: "Oh.. so much better.. nice that they left a towel here for me. I... oh.. oops... I look fantastic all pied like this? Oh... I like that! Hahahah! I feel ridiculous but SO sexy!"

Nein: "I could kiss you all night. Well, literal kisses. Not metaphorical pie kisses."

Anna blinks, finally able to see, and they lock eyes, both blushing. "Kiss me you fool!"

She steps forward to kiss him, but slips on the fallen pecan pie. He moves, silently, to help her up, but she is as blind as a bat. To steady herself she grabs out, expecting to find support from a cart; she settles on his waistband, and pulls his slacks down to his ankles. "Oh damn.. I slipped. Must have grabbed a towel."

It's Nein's turn to stand in quiet shock and amusement, as he is suddenly half-naked. Blinking, still blinded, Anna tries to find her footing and fails. As she slips again, she grabs the waist of his boxers, and pulls. She makes it halfway up into a crouch before his shorts land at his ankles. If she could see, she would have noticed that Nein's cock is erect as they come.

"Damn! Hang on sorry I can't see well! And it's slippery!" She reaches up and grabs his cock with a creamy hand.

Nein: "I... ain't complaining."

Anna: "...Oh.. what?" She slides her hand up and back. "Um. Hm."

Nein: "Everything okay down there? I see you found... a cucumber."

Anna: "Uh.. probably..." she coughs. Finally, she stands up, hand still on his cock. "So. Um. Hi."

Nein: "Hi there." For a beat, they stare into each others' eyes.

"Hi."

She doesn't take her hand from his cock, so he places his hand on her wet clit.

Anna: "So, uh, GULP! Oh! Oh this is nice!"

Nein: "How about this weather?"

Anna: "Kind of creamy weather, don't you think?" A piece of cream-laden pie falls from my hair and lands on her left breast.

Nein: "Hmm. Let me check." With that, Nein breathes in deeply, and kisses her directly on the lips, deeply, frenching with tongue. Anna kisses back, and they chase each others' tongues in playful combat. As they make out, Nein licks her lips, and she transfers a fair amount of cream and meringue over his face. It seems as though the romance is about to heat up, and they settle into an embrace, indicating Very Serious Business, when...

...suddenly Anna blows air into his mouth, popping his cheeks. She laughs.

Nein: "Gah!"

Anna: "Ha ha ha!! Oh that was good!"

Nein points at her, accusingly. "You! Scoundrel!"

Anna: "Mmmm.. that kiss was great. But wait. These pies. They're for a pie thing you said, lots of pie in the face?" She smears cream down her body from my neck, over my tits, to her thighs.

Nein rubs the back of his neck: "I guess so. Doubt the show will go on now, though."

Anna: "Why not? there have to be 200 pies left in here!"

Nein: "What are you suggesting, soldier? Mind you, I have a few ideas."

Anna: "Well, look. I owe you a pie in the face, at least! And I really am curious, how does it work really? How does someone get pied? Or how do you set someone up to get totally creamed? Lemme hear your ideas!!"

Nein: "Okay, I'll demonstrate. Here, just lie down next to this table with me."

Anna pulls pie from her face with all fingers and shakes it to the floor. "Lie down? Where, here?"

Nein: "Yeah, here. On the floor, next to this table full of pies."

Anna: "K. Tits up or tits down?" She winks, and smirks.

Nein: "Tits up. Just like me." He flexes his pecs.

Anna: "You are SO much fun to tease!! Hahah! Oh. Nicely done, Thor! I like, I like!"

Nein: "Come on down, you tit."

Anna: "Ok. I'm down I'm down! Face up. Like this?"

Nein: "That's right. Perfect. So you had the entree. This is what we might call the main course."

Anna: "I really don't understand, but I'm sure you'll show me. Wait, THAT was the entree? Oh my god. I have a feeling I am soooooo fucked."

Nein jumps up, cock springing up and down in a jolly fashion. And as she is laying there, he tips over one pie at a time, conveyor-belt style, over her face.

Anna: "Oh!! MMph! Wait! I... Mmp! "MMPH! Oh! I.. wait MMP! Blub!!
I..
MMP!
No, hang on.. really I -- MBLP!
Oh fuck hang BBBBP!

The onslaught is merciless. By the end of the twenty pies, her head is buried under a heap of pie. She grips the carpet, toes pointed down, kicking her ankles a little. After 20 pies, she blow creams out of her mouth.

"You...
sexy,,,,,
bastard!"

Nein: "I have been also called the Devil."

Anna sits up, pie cascading down her body. "You devil alright..." She stands up, her whole head a blob of cream and pie, coated in cream from above my nipples on up. She slowly wipes her eyes. "Ohh.. you....... sexy....... devil....."

Nein: "You sexy girl."

Anna picks up an enormous coconut cream pie. "Someone is gonna have some pie..."

Nein: "Oh, by the way, you'll smell like cream for a few years."

Anna blinks, like an anime avatar. "Yeah I'm gonna be banana cream girl for weeks!"

Nein emotes: O_O

Anna takes a step closer. "But this pie is for you... Mister "pie the naked chick". "

Nein silently closes his eyes, grinning.

Anna: "You have NO idea how much getting pied turns me on now." She takes another step. "You want this pie, Mister Pie In The Face?"
With pie dripping all over, her body smeared and splattered, as she walks.

Nein sticks out his tongue instead of an answer.

Anna: "What? Fine! Ha!" She smashes the pie into his face with some oomph! But the pie is so big that, as much as the pie flies everywhere, it also pies you in the face really, really perfectly! "HA! Oh!" She looks stunned, and then breaks up into laughter. "Hahahahah!!! Oh my god you got PIED! AH - Hahahahahh!!!"

Nein is standing perfectly naked, with some pie smeared on his body, but with a face erased with white goo. His arms are at his sides, his fingers waggling, speechless.

Anna: "AHHHHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA!!!!! eeee he hee hee hee!" She takes a fingerful of pie from his face and licks it.

Nein laughs with her. He wipes some pie from his cheek and eats it, revealing a crimson blush underneath. "My compliments to the chef."

Anna: "You got pied! Bwa hah ha ha!!" She smears lots of cream down his chest, his belly, and then coats his penis with it, stroking him lasciviously. "You look GREAT pied. Wow!!"

She walks naked to the table and picks up a vanilla marshmallow pie. "Vanilla. Marshmallow. Pie! Extra gooey. Extra creamy!! Whoever gets this pie in the face is REALLY creamed!! Hee hee hee! And it's heavy! See?" She holds the pie in the flat of her hand. As she weighs it up and down, her boobs wobble a bit.

Nein wipes his eyes and looks. "Ah, yesss... that's basically the nuclear weapon of cream pies you have there. Be careful with that. Better give it to me."

Anna looks him up and down, approvingly. "Better give it to you? Oh yeah, I'd better give it to you!"

Nein: "no wai"

Anna: "And yeah, I agree! The nuclear weapon of pies! ...No wait what?"

Nein stands there, thinking. "...Oh. I didn't expect you to actually wait."

Anna: "Oh. You got me there." After a beat, she resumes her monologue. "Uh.. nuclear weapon of pies! Muhahah! It is heavy though. Amazing. And whoever gets THIS pie in the face? Oh my god!!"

Nein steps forward, closing the distance between them. His hand passes over an ingredients table. "I'm not afraid of you. You won the battle but not the war."

Anna: "Oh no? Don't YOU try anything! You are NOT taking this pie from me!" She says, jealously smirking.

With that, Nein blows a heap of cinnamon hidden in his hand into her face. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Anna: "I.. ah.. aha... oh.. ahhhAhhhhhhhh.... AH CHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ! ! ! !" Anna lets out an explosive sneeze.

With the distraction, and her face inches away from the flattened out pie in your hands, Nein gives it an extra push, so her face ends up buried in the tin. Sticky marshmellow goo evacuates the sides.

Her face in this deep, very gooey, sticky, thick pie, she moves her head from side to side, trying to extricate myself from it but instead just coating myself even more thoroughly. "MMBLURB!!!", she complains. Nein stands next to her, gamely, still as erect as they come, with my arm around her shoulder in a friendly consoling gesture.

Very very slowly, Anna raises her head, taking long sticky strands of marshmallow with me. Her face is... well, obliterated with cream and marshmallow. Stunned, she looks at him, but can't see through the slime. "...... moops? ..... I dneezed."

Nein kisses her on the hair. "You sure did."

Anna: "Wow. Wow wow wow. Ok. THAT was a pie in the face." She turns her creamed and marshmallowed face to his. "Nuclear option of pies in the face. And Iiiiiiii got it."

Nein: "And it's quite the fallout."

Anna: "Is it?"

Bending in, Nein rubs his nose against hers, laughing, and kissing her deeply. Anna kisses her back, her hand going once again to his gorgeous cock as I play with the tip and top of the shaft. His hands reach behind her and land on your lower spine, completing the embrace, which she presses into. As they kiss, the share the same mask of marshmallow cream.

When coming up for air, Anna says: "Mmmm... I want to be your pie in the face slave..."

Nein: "I want to let you!"

Anna's hands move to his belly and chest and neck and face... but suddenly stops kissing. "Wait.. what did I just say? No no.. oh, that was.. subliminal. Subconscious.. submissive! No, sorry, no.. sub....par?" She wipes her eyes and looks at him and laughs. "Oh, you REALLY are creamed too! That's a very good look! Hahahahaha."

Nein laughs: "Yeah, we're quite a pair."

Anna bites her lip. "Oh, ain't we! You.. so, uh, you want me to be your pie in the face slave?"

Nein: "I wouldn't mind that one bit."

Anna walks over and picks up a vanilla marshmallow pie. In it, like the other one, there is an enormous pile of cream and marshmallow. "I wouldn't mind one bit either.. this was.. unexpectedly..... intensely erotic." She walks back over to him.

Nein: "So what happens now? No going back, as they say."

Anna looks him in the eyes. "But do you really want me to be your pie in the face slave?"

Nein: "I'd be hard pressed to think of anything else I'd ever want." He glances down at his erect cock. "Pun intended."

Anna: "Pun intended?" Her hands are shaking with tension.

Nein presses his erect penis against her hand. "Very intended. Hard press."

Anna grins, and with his cock in her creamed left hand, she SLAMS the marshmallow pie into his face, and rubs it around in circles.. all over his face and hair. It STICKS and is impossibly gooey!! "Hahahahahah!!! You mean, you want to do THAT to me, over and over and over?" She laughs because he looks hilarious, and also sexy. "Oh! Hahahahah! Oh my... wow! Now THAT is a pie in the face!!!"

Nein looks like a cartoon villain, his hair blown backwards. He ruminates with a quiet almost-O mouth.

Anna grins. "I really enjoyed doing that!!!"

Nein's hands shake as Anna laughs loudly. His hands are out, forward, in a kind of T-rex set of claws, and his fingers wiggle, as if he were just now figuring out how to react. Then he shrugs and sighs. "Victory for women's rights."

Anna watches the pie ooze and slide, and his reaction to being pied, and dances. "HAHAHHA! Victory!!! Oh you are hot when you take a pie! But probably not as hot as I am when I get pied!"

Nein exhales. "So. -- That was the main course."

Anna: "Oh! Dessert must be amazing!!" She slides to her knees, and starts to gently lick the smooth and pied top of his cock. "mmmm... oh I'm enjoying this! "

Nein wipes enough marshmallow from his eyes to see, barely. "Mmm. I'm enjoying you."

Anna looks up and tries not to laugh. His cock in her right hand, balls in my left, mouth and tongue teasing his tip. "So..... can I be your pie in the face slave?"

Nein bends down, laying beside her, and licks her chin, trying and failing to make eye contact through the veil. "Absolutely."

Anna "Mmmm... Please tell me how much you want me as your pie slave." She looks him in the eyes, right back, wide-eyed.

Nein: "I don't have the words for all the ways I want you. But I do have one word."

Anna: "Oh? What is that?"

"Dessert," he says.

***

Three hours later, a janitor is standing in the room, keys jangling in his hand. His mouth is agape. The room has been completely trashed, with ten thousand dollars worth of pastries ruined. He turns back to the mayor, who is dressed in a monocle and tophat. They share a grim expression, and he janitor shakes his head, solemnly.

The mayor asks, "So, these mystery vandals have destroyed us forever. They've ruined everything. Is anything left?"

"No," says the janitor.

"But surely not--" started the mayor.

"No sir," the janitor said. "They even got into the caramel vat."